LOVE the Nero Wolfe books. My mother's father, whom we visited every summer for years to give my cranky writing-hating father time to churn out publish-or-perish product, was addicted to them and owned every one in mass market, and I read them all over the course of about a visit and a half. I haven't the faintest idea what happened to his collection when he died - I inherited one and a half books somehow, but that's it, oddly - but between your mentioning them and _aerye_'s carrying one with her to our coffee date (I had a Dorothy Sayers :-)), I'm getting ever more interested in finding out.

I'm extremely reluctant to wade into Wolfeian slashy waters, however. (Although not as reluctant as I am to wade into the waters of slashy WINNIE THE POOH OMGWTF.)